The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

The dark shadow came out of the forest, with a slight shrinking feeling. Before Meng Qi reacted, he shot it in Zhenyong's vest.

This palm is plain and unpretentious, as if it is casual, and people can't see the origin of the exercises, but Zhenyong's acupuncture is closed and his hands are tied. There is no way to make any effective response. His eyes are round and his mouth is open. Zhang, sprayed with haemorrhage, fell to the ground softly, with a stunned expression on his face.

"Absolutely master!" Meng Qi contracted his pupils, and initially judged this from the action of the man in black. At the same time, he abstained from the sword and put on a desperate posture!

Defense cannot be defended. Only if this man in black understands that he is difficult to deal with, dares to fight, and cannot solve it urgently, will he worry about other monks summoned by Zhenhui, and retreat when he finds it difficult!

This figure was dressed in night clothes, with only her nostrils and a pair of eyes exposed. After she shot Zhenyong, she kept walking and ran towards Meng Qi without hesitation. She raised her right palm and turned it under the sky. Her style was simple and solemn. There is a faint sense of covering the world.

Meng Qi just felt that no matter what kind of body style he changed, no matter what step he took in the "various moves", he was completely shrouded in the wind, and he could not escape, he could not escape!

What a palm!

Wisdom and mastery, purity and solemnity, palm and heaven!

Meng Qi saw that this was the palm of the Buddha's door, and he went deep and said that he could not evolve the "Buddhism in the palm" to suppress everything. Therefore, it seems simple, but it can seal all subsequent changes.

In the face of this palm, Meng Qi knows clearly that no one who does not have the true essence of the knife path, whether it is the blood knife knife method or the five tiger broken door knife knife method, has any possibility to break this blockade. It is also because of the lack of law and reason, and it is estimated that the fourth pass of the Admiralty Mask can only win the next shot!

After shooting with a palm, the man in black has no doubt that he can hit Sha Mi who has not yet opened his eyes. This is self-confidence in his palm and self-confidence in martial arts!

Holding a Prajna in your hand, and a proof of your heart, you will spend the sea of ​​hardship, and the other side will be pure!

Between life and death, how much horror, Meng Qi narrowed his eyes suddenly and smiled, his face seemed to enjoy the solemnity and purity brought by this palm.

Then, a spatula of light lit up, and the hustle and bustle of things seemed bright!

The light of the spatula, picturesque, reflected in the eyes of the man in black, his eyes suddenly became tender, as if reminding of the fragrant red sleeves, the soft and soft words, and when no one was at night Long before the Buddha, but can not call back to the pure mind.

Then there was a bit of pain in his eyes, like guilt and self-blame, but without regret.

Purity is broken, so what is there? The palm of the man in black, including the heavens and the earth, is reverted to a common palm.

not good! The man in black suddenly woke up, but it was already a knife!

His pupils contracted violently, and he did not expect that this seemingly weak Sami could cut such a stunning knife!

Light scattered, people retreat.

Meng Qi added a deep palm print on his left shoulder, and the whole body was pale with gold, such as a tortoise crack and a dull color.

The man in black has a deep wound on his abdomen, and his visceral internal organs can be seen.

He covered his abdomen with his left hand, and the air layer was diffused to prevent blood from dripping. His right palm was raised, as if he wanted to attack again.

Meng Qi shrugged his shoulders, and once again put on a desperate posture.

The man in black took a step forward, and his body suddenly became more and more powerful. After taking a deep look at Meng Qi, a mule turned sharply and entered the forest.

After seven or eight breaths, footsteps in the distance came loud.

"Brother, are you okay?" Zhen Hui da da da ran in and saw Zhen Yongheng die. Meng Qi stood stiffly and asked with concern.

When Meng Qi saw many monks in yellow and gray clothes behind him, his heart was calm and he said dumbly, "Come and help me."

It's almost unstable!

Although the palm of the man in black was broken by the momentum and charm of the "broken cleanness", and recovered a lot of power under the threat of quitting the sword, after all, it was the attack of the master in the awakening period that still shot Meng Qi's left shoulder. Almost broke the Admiralty Cover.

"The murderer is by no means a master who is new to the game, otherwise it is not a full-fledged hand that will not cause such an effect." Meng Qi judged the strength of the man in black.

He practiced the fourth level of the Admiralty Hood, relying on it to remove most of his palm power, so he did n’t suffer too much injury, but after cutting off the “cleanness”, he was a bit deprived, after all, it was a peak-level sword in location. Law-although Meng Qi's performance is only a level of four or five tricks.

Zhenhui hurried to Meng Qi, and Xun supported him. Among the monks who followed, a deacon demon with ordinary features carefully examined Zhenyong's cause of death, and then came to Meng Qi to observe his injury.

The rest of the monks searched nearby.

"The palm is strong, the murderer should be a good master in Kaiqiao." The deacon monk nodded gently. "Unfortunately, he has deliberately covered up this palm, and he can't see which one is unique."

"This uncle, it matters a lot. I don't know if Zhenhui made it clear to you. Zhenyong conspired with the murderer to make a transcript!" Meng Qi said bluntly.

The man in black escaped, already knowing the enemy, and the enemy was in the dark. Meng Qi felt that he would be sleepy and sleepy, so how serious the matter should be, so as to attract enough attention, so that he could find the black hand behind the scenes as soon as possible.

As for the "oily paper bag" that fell, let's not say whether it can bear the poison and poisonous gas pollution. If only the cheats are said to fall, Shaolin Temple will definitely send someone to search-if not, where did the cheats go? Is it hidden?

"What?" The deacon monk who asked the question was astonished. The same was true of the monks who heard Meng Qi's words all around. They had different expressions, but they were equally shocked and incredible.

"Yes." Meng Qi's situation of relief was better, and he told the story originally, and the monks who came to the rescue were shocked and astonished, as if the demons had landed in a clean place.

"It matters, Xuanyuan, you go to the Bodhi Temple to report, Xuanhua, you go to the Commandment Academy." The deacon monk in front of Meng Qi turned pale and instructed Zen, this is probably the temple For the first time, one of the treasures sent by the town was stolen.

When the two Huangyi monks left, he glanced at Meng Qi and said, "The two nephews are important. Please forgive me. I want to search your body now."

This is because they are colluding in confession and concocting the cheats to roll off the cliff, but they are hiding the transcript.

Meng Qi naturally wants to show innocence, so as not to be suspected, anyway, he doesn't have anything to fear of being discovered—due to practicing the golden bell jar, blood knife and magical secrets are hidden in the Zen room.

"The disciples understand, but uncle, please send someone to search the monks as soon as possible. During the enlightenment period, you can walk freely in the temple. It must be my disciple of Shaolin, and the disciples must be sure that he uses the magical power of Buddha." What Meng Qi thought most was The murderer was caught, so he specifically urged, "The disciple's ring knife cut into his abdomen, the wound was extremely deep, and it was difficult to heal in a short time. I also asked the master to let each monk examine the abdomen."

"It's an urgent matter, so we must prevent him from cutting the abdomen of other monks while confusing and listening."

"You, you hit him in the abdomen?" The deacon monk asked rhetorically, can't believe that a small Sha Mi who had just been a teacher for less than a year and must haven't opened up yet could hurt a master who opened up.

When Meng Qi described the fighting just now, in order to disguise his Ananda breaking ring knife method, he said it was vague. The monks in the surrounding area thought that the man in black was scared by his desperation and himself and others. I know, he actually hurt the masters of Kaiqiao period!

"Uncle, fortunately, please search and review first." Meng Qi will tell in detail, and then added: "Uncle, disciple believes that the man in black is the monk in the nearby courtyard, he must hear After Zhenhui's shouting, relying on the familiar terrain, she first came to her mouth. Otherwise, if he has been ambushing nearby, how can he give Zhenhui a chance to report? "

"But he was wearing night clothes, and we arrived very quickly ..." The deacon monk was a little unbelievable. If the time for changing clothes was added, the advantage of being familiar with the terrain would be offset, and the murderer would have no chance of murder and escape.

Meng Qi speculated: "Maybe he was in night clothes and handed over the secret to Zhenyong tonight. After returning, he will have to change clothes in the future ... Uncle, when searching and inspecting, see who hasn't come to the nearby courtyard!"

The more he said the more he made sense.

"Amitabha, just do what he said." At this moment, an old monk in a red robe came in.

The deacon monk hurriedly folded his hands: "I've seen Uncle Shi, and the disciples immediately followed suit."

The old monk gently bowed his head, signaled that he didn't need to be polite, then looked at Meng Qi and Zhenhui, and proclaimed, "The old man has offended."

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed it in the air. Meng Qi and Zhenhui's robes suddenly bulged, as if a breeze was blowing.

"Zhenhui, you take me back to the road you just reported to." There was no right hand to retract, confirming that Meng Qi and Zhenhui had no cheats.

Let Zhenhui lead the way, fearing that the previous report was a cover-up for hiding secrets while chaotic.

Zhenhui honestly glanced at Meng Qi, worried that leaving her would cause her brother to fall.

Meng Qi smiled at him, moved his hands and feet, signaled that he had recovered a lot of strength, and he left the cliffside with Wude.

The rest of the monks began to search for every place between the cliff and the forest, and also extended their hands out of the cliff, groping for the gap in the cliff, and let it go.

After a while, he had no choice but to return with Zhenhui and ask Meng Qi how the killer felt when he moved.

Meng Qi confessed his feelings honestly, and the more he listened, the more yellow eyebrows wrinkled, and he groaned, "There are not many similar palms ..."

At this time, the deacon monk who had left before also came back, followed by Meng Qi and Zhenhui's master Xuan Bei, and Meng Qi's familiar monk academy was a wonderful teacher.

The wonderful expressions were strange, angry, sad, doubtful, shocked, unbelievable, and there were all of them. The deacon monk was similar, except for mysterious sadness, without any fluctuations on his face.

"Uncle Shide, when I searched the courtyard just now, the disciples and others found that they often committed themselves in the zen room with obvious wounds on their abdomen, leaving only one suicide note." When the deacon monk reported and handed the suicide note, he looked at Meng Qi deeply At a glance, he could hurt the strongest disciple in this generation!

How often? Big brother? Meng Qi was so shocked that he couldn't believe that a monk who had stepped forward and had a promising future would do such things with Zhenyong!

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